*slips in quietly.. wraps win within a blue bit of shadow.. tucks it away into a little known dimension.. takes a bite some residue of this shadow (which.. pulsates quite deliciously.. sending a warm gush of something savory through these ravenous lips).. and vanishes in a wildly dark cerulean hue*

*straps on some night vision goggles to help her see through all of the shadow and blue stuff. Easily finds Mordred petting the win in a dark corner somewhere. Sneaking up behind him, she pulls out an oldy but a goody and crashes a pair of symbols behind his head, causing him to drop the win and allow her to snatch it up and run away*